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Red walls, San Miguel de Allende, Guanajuato, México


So many walls in San Miguel!
There is the wall painted the color of sunrise just down the street from the casita where I am staying. Even on overcast days its brightness lifts my spirits.
There are the walls of stone surrounding the little plaza where lovers hold hands, old people rest their weary bones, and pigeons boldly draw near, demanding a treat.
And there are the towering walls outside the homes of the rich near Parque Juarez. No one can see over them, but behind those walls I imagine feasts for Dia de los Muertos, cooks toiling in kitchens, and servants ushering guests to their places at the table.
“Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,” Robert Frost mused in one of his poems. But when it comes to the walls of San Miguel, I love them all.


Sunday afternoon
another page of Kafka
served up with dessert

Text and photo © 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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Sunday Afternoon

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Sunday afternoon
another page of Kafka
served up for dessert
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Sunday afternoon
still trying to get sober
after last night’s bash
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Sunday afternoon
tear stains on an old letter
read a thousand times
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Sunday afternoon
content to cling to folly
only for an hour
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Sunday afternoon
the monastery garden
overrun with fleas
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Sunday afternoon
meditating on the way
even pests evolve

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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